Stop it. Just stop it. I hear you calling to me above all the other chaos and noise in this crazy house. I tuck you in the cupboard, but still you beckon. The pantry door is little match for your powerful cries.
A word to you, M&Ms and Twix......Don't try to shift the blame to the Nerds and SweetTarts. You know you are the guilty parties here.
Be quiet. Leave me alone.
I MEAN IT.
1 comment:
I have the same thoughts about the stash in our pantry!!
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